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APHRODITE AND EROS 177
The goddess is present at the marriage that she has made, and now when
the crescent moon had become full nine times, Pygmalion's wife gave birth to
Paphos, and from him the place got its name.
Galatea is the name given to Pygmalion's beloved in later versions of the tale.
APHRODITE AND ADONIS
In the most famous of her myths, Aphrodite is confused with the great Phoenician
goddess Astarte; they have in common as their love a young and handsome
youth named by the Greeks Adonis. 4 Perhaps the best-known version of the
story of Aphrodite and Adonis is told by Ovid. Paphos (the son of Pygmalion
and Galatea) had a son, Cinyras. Myrrha, the daughter of Cinyras, fell desperately
in love with her own father. Tormented by her sense of shame and guilt,
the poor girl was on the point of suicide, but she was rescued just in time by
her faithful nurse, who eventually wrenched the secret from her. Although the
old woman was horrified by what she learned, she preferred to help satisfy the
girl's passion rather than to see her die.
It was arranged that the daughter should go to the bed of her father without
his knowing her identity, and their incestuous relations continued for some
time until Cinyras in dismay found out with whom he had been sleeping. In terror,
Myrrha fled from the wrath of her father. As he pursued her she prayed for
deliverance and was changed into a myrrh tree, which continually drips with
her tears. Myrrha had become pregnant by her father, and from the tree was
born a beautiful son named Adonis, who grew up to be a most handsome youth
and keen hunter. At the sight of him Aphrodite fell desperately in love. She
warned Adonis against the dangers of the hunt, telling him to be especially wary
of any wild beasts that would not turn and flee but stood firm (see Color Plate
7). Ovid's story continues as follows (Metamorphoses 10. 708-739):
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These were the warnings of Venus and she rode away through the air in her
chariot yoked with swans. But Adonis' courageous nature stood in the way of
her admonitions. By chance his dogs followed the clear tracks of a wild boar
and frightened it from its hiding place. As it was ready to come out of the woods,
the son of Cinyras hit a glancing blow on its side. With its crooked snout the
savage beast immediately dislodged the blood-stained spear and made for the
frightened youth as he fled for safety. The boar buried its tusk deep within his
groin and brought him down on the yellow sand, dying.
As Venus was being borne through the air in her light chariot on the wings
of swans (she had not yet reached Cyprus), she heard the groans of the dying
boy from afar and turned the course of her white birds toward them. When she
saw from the air above his lifeless body lying in his own blood, she rushed
down, and rent her bosom and her hair and beat her breast with hands not meant
to do such violence. She complained against the Fates, crying: "But still everything
will not be subject to your decrees; a memorial of my grief for you, Adonis,
will abide forever. The scene of your death will be re-created annually with